I spend a lot of time thinking about the life I could’ve had. Where I was pretty, smart, funny, likeable, talented. All that crap we want to be, that we’re told we should be for us to matter in this world.

In that world, the mirror world, I wouldn’t be spending my time in a room, four walls of miserable failure looking down at me wearily, four walls I’ll be looking at until the day I die.

If you ever got to live even a fraction of the life you wanted to, be thankful every night before you sleep. You were blessed. Someone will remember you, someone will love you.

Most of us are grey, invisible wraiths who pass with nothing but a tiny cross to mark our existence. If we’re lucky. We were never lucky.